Fan Fiction ❯ New ❯ Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

When I saw him, I just couldn’t help, but want to talk to him. He was new. The new guy, that is. He was my age. Came all the way from Egypt! His parents are archeologist, but decided to leave him with his aunt that lived here. He knows six different languages. No one wanted to talk to him because they say he’s too weird. What’s so weird about knowing about different countries? I think it’s cool. They also didn’t want to talk to talk to him because they supposedly thought he dressed weird. I didn’t see what was so weird about both his ears being pierced with two on each side with hooped earrings. I didn’t see what was so weird about his left eyebrow being pierced, or that he had red highlights with midnight blue hair. I didn’t care that he dressed with extremely baggy black pants with patched in Japanese lettering. Or his shirt with Arabic lettering all over it. Or his dog collar, which actually had his name, blood type, address, and phone number. He looked interesting, apparently too interesting. No one wanted to talk to him. For our little town, it would be lucky if anyone said ‘hello’ to him.
I live in an extremely small town. Nothing, and I mean nothing, happens here. The only things remotely interesting here is the occasional fair, and if we’re lucky a circus will pass by. Other than that absolutely nothing happens here. Which is why the people in the town might never warm up to the new guy. He’s too weird, and I can already hear the comments all of the older people will be giving when they see him. “That the devil’s child.” or “He not one of us, he a freak.” Just by the way they talk you can imagine what sort of community I live in.
Unlike the others though, I’ve had experience of places out of town. I often visit my uncle who lives in Houston, Texas. So, I’ve been to places out of my little town. I have seen all sorts of different people. So, his clothes and style aren’t too odd for me, or my family. My dad has to work with people out of state too. He’s a businessman and often has to leave on business trips, and my mom is a psychiatrist, and can relate to different things. As you might have already guessed, I’m not to bad off. My sister went into the military so she gets to see places. Right now she’s stationed at Okinawa, Japan. She sends me a lot of things. For example, CD’s from a bunch of Japanese bands. Like TM Revolution, Asian Kung Fu Generation, L’arc~en~ciel, Utada Hikaru, and Two-Mix. I’m actually really into them, each week she sends me a CD, so I have plenty to hear of them. I even went to the length of actually learning the language so that I can understand the lyrics, took me a long time, but I learned.
When I had walked up to him and talked to him, as if we were a show, everyone turned and looked at me. Some in shock and some in disgust. I didn’t care. He was surprised; he thought I would be mean to him like everyone else was. I laughed and called them a bunch of stuck-up, close-minded, losers in Japanese. He laughed and commented back that he would have never pegged me as someone who knew another language in Japanese. From there we pretty much became friends. Naturally, any friend I had prior to meeting him stopped talking to me and started calling me freak. He’s much more interesting than they were anyway.
Wow, I’ve talked so much about him and didn’t even bother to say my name, much less his. My name is Travis Robier and his name is Van Mathew. Van always tells me that I have a not so normal name as some think. Of course, he’d think that, he’s traveled every country except America. He also says I dress too preppy. He’s probably right about that one. Well partially, at least. I have never seen a prep leave their hair so unruly like I do. He says that my hair is the only thing that really stands out on me. That and my eyes. He talks so much about my eyes, he thinks that they’re…well he actually used the word beautiful. He says that he has never seen eyes that are so clear blue that they look like the sky. He says they even reflect colors. He’s kind of obsessed with my eyes. It’s the only thing I get kind of weird about. He’s teaching me how to read Kanji. It’s one of the forms of Japanese writings.
“Trav, do you think that Hyde is as mysterious as the band plays him out to be?” Van asked me one day while we were hanging out in his room. His accent is still something I’m trying to get used to. It’s deeper than what I’m used to of teens. Of course, most of the town has a country accent. Except my family, we have more of a Jersey meets Texas meets British accent. Van’s accent is like a English meet British meets Irish meets Bronx. Not that it’s too weird. It’s a really awesome accent, but not what I’m used to. Of course, everything about him isn’t what I’m exactly used to.
“No, I think it’s just a gimmick to get fans and to keep you guessing.” I answered, we were talking about the lead singer of L’arc~en~ciel.
“Sounds about right.” he said.
“So that patch on your thigh, from what you’ve told me, that means…chaos, right?” I asked. We usually used his pants as reference to what he’s teaching me. Since his pants have one-word symbols on them it’s easier.
“Right. Since you’re learning Japanese I was wondering if you’d like to read some Japanese literature,” he said with a look like he was about to laugh, but was holding it in.
“Sure.” I said and he smiled broader. Now what I don’t understand, and me being a straight guy, is why girls don’t like him. He in my standards is a pretty boy. Long hair (to his chin), slight feminine features, he looks kinda like a girl.
“Here, this is called Manga. It’s a Japanese comic book. This is by someone named Maki Murakami,” he said handing me a book. “In Japan, as I said, read backwards, same goes for this. You read left, down, left,” he said having me follow with his finger the directions.
“Gravitation?” I asked looking at the title.
“Yeah, it’s about this guy called Shuichi who’s trying to make it as a pop star, with his band Bad Luck, and about well other stuff that goes on with him. I’m letting you get used to this genre so you can get start getting used to the other ones I have.” he said sort of slow.
“Genre?” I asked.
“Well…how about you read it? Maybe you might get the feel of it,” he said, and I shrugged and started reading it. I spent the whole day just reading the whole series. When I finished, I just sat there going over it in my mind, now I knew why he didn’t tell me straight out what the genre was. It was about a guy/guy relationship. I liked the comic, but it was new to me.
“So what did you think?” he said sitting up. He was reading another comic while I read Gravitation.
“Now I see why you didn’t tell me before hand.” I said smirking, he just smiled.
“I didn’t think you’d read it if I told you.” he said.
“I actually liked it, it was funny, and different.”
“There’s an Anime series if you want to see it.” he said.
“A what?” I asked.
“Anime is Japanese cartoons. Forget that you’re still new to Japanese pop culture,” he said.
“Sorry, I’ve never been to Japan.” I said rolling my eyes in mock offence. He just punched my arm playfully. “So show me another comic.”
“Here, this is just the first one, it’s by an upcoming, comic artist, that uses a Japanese style, and you don’t have to read backwards for this one. It’s called Off Beat; it’s by Jen Lee. I have a feeling that she’s gonna make it big in Manga world.” he said handing me the comic. When I finished reading it, I noticed that both comics he showed me had something of a guy/guy relationship. I was a little too shy to ask if he was…well gay.
“Damn!” I accidentally said out loud snapping him from some trance he was in. He was staring at my eyes, which I was actually starting to get used to.
“Wha?” he said standing and stretching.
“It’s 8:45!! My mom wants me home at 9:00!” I cried.
“How about you call and ask if you can stay over at my house?” he suggested. I thought about it. I barely met him three days ago and I already was getting used to him, hanging out at his house, know a lot about him, and have decided that he’s my best friend. Of course I said yes. So I called my mom and asked, she was a little unsure, but said ‘Yes’ on the count that he was new.
“So what she say?” he asked.
“She said yeah, but tomorrow I have to walk home.” I said.
“No you don’t I’ll give you a ride.” he said smiling.
“A ride on what? Your aunt doesn’t have a car.” I said looking at him.
“Who said anything about a car? I’m talking about my motorcycle.” he said smirking.
“You have a motorcycle?!” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“How come you don’t use it to go to school?”
“Cause it’s not that far and I like walking, except now I’m kinda not liking walking.”
“Why?”
“You know how everyone is about me. They just make me feel like shit.” he said looking at me sadly.
“I forget, mostly because I never looked at you as anything bad.” I said looking at my hands.
“I am forever grateful for that.” he said. He was extremely close to me right now. Practically on top of me close. I almost thought he’d try to kiss me, he was so close. Instead he just stared into my eyes, and I was left to feel extremely awkward.
“Uh…Van…can you um…back up a bit?” I stuttered. He always gets me so nervous.
“Oh! Sorry Trav.” he said sitting at the edge of his bed.
“Yeah, was kinda getting uncomfortable.” I said fixing myself.
“Sorry, I kind of get lost in your eyes.” he said.
“I know, gets me kind of worried that you’ll rip my eyes out. You know like Jeepers Creepers style.” I laughed.
“Yeah, but they look way better in you. They’ll just make me look weirder.” he said.
“You do not look weird! It gets me so mad that you and everyone else thinks that. You don’t look weird, unique yes, but not weird. If anything I think you look like a pretty boy. If I didn’t know you were a guy, I would have thought you were a girl.” I said. He just looked at me, for once not my eyes, he actually looked at me. He had this weird emotion on him. It was a mix of confusion, sympathy, and happiness.
“You…you really think that?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Of course I do. You’re not weird looking. I honestly don’t know where everyone in this close-minded town gets the idea that you’re not beau…” I stopped myself before I could finish it, you have no idea how wide his eyes got when I said that. He was completely speechless, and all I wanted to do was cover my face and jump out a window. Not only was I extremely embarrassed, I was mentally beating myself up for thinking about him like that. I mean he’s a guy. I didn’t want to think about him that way. It wasn’t right, but I was and I am.
“You think I’m…beautiful?” he said after he regained his voice. Which was about ten minutes after I let that slip. So you can imagine the awkward silence. Ten minutes of me mentally beating myself up, and him trying to speak.
“Well…yeah…” I couldn’t think of anything that would defend my Heterosexual inside. Anything I came up with just made me sound really gay. Which at the moment I was actually considering, imagine only one word I let slip and I’m questioning my orientation. Or maybe I always have and never thought about it. I mean it is a little sudden that I am. Have I thought about it before? What if I wasn’t uncomfortable earlier? What if I actually felt shy? It’s easy to get them mixed up.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has told me.” he said looking sort of sad. He then hugged his knees and stared blankly at his bed. He seemed so sad, and I didn’t want him to be. Then again, without thinking, I did something that made me seem totally gay. I kissed his cheek. Again same reaction. He went speechless and looked completely in shock. Again I beat myself up. Only one of three things happens: One, he hates me and kicks me out of his house, two, he likes and kisses me back, or three, we just not say anything to each other and then tomorrow act like nothing happened. I have no idea which one I wanted to happen. My head was too messed up for me to actually grasp what was going on in my head. Was this what I wanted? I always thought I liked girls, I have even had crushes on girls, but I never thought about guys. Maybe I have been all along. Or maybe I kept denying it and started to believe it, like I told myself that I liked girls and believed it when I didn’t. I am so confused.
He looked at me and gently buried his face in my shoulder and held me. I could feel him crying a little. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I held him and comforted him, we winded up falling asleep like that.
The next day when we woke up, I was even more confused then I was last night. I wasn’t sure if I keep virtually flirting with him or act like nothing happened, and still wasn’t sure if I was gay, straight, bi, or just confused. Apparently Van had an idea what I was, because when he looked up at me he kissed me. Not on the cheek, not on my forehead, on my mouth, and I actually liked it. I let him kiss me, and feeling a lot more comfortable about it, I kissed back. The kiss then started to get deeper and more heated, mostly due in part to me, and the guts I was getting out of nowhere. I pinned him down on his bed and kissed deeper. I then slipped my tongue in his mouth, and he moaned. Liking the sound I heard, I decided the experiment what made him tick. I slipped a hand under his shirt and felt his body that, to my surprise and how I didn’t think it was obvious, was perfect. He had a six-Pac and was perfectly built. It wasn’t too tight either, it was smooth and soft. He began whimpering when I let my hand go a little lower. I broke the kiss and nibbled on the skin below his collar. He was moaning and whimpering so adorably. My other hand began gently ghosting over his chest. The other hand was playing with his pant, teasing him.
Just when I was feeling real comfortable teasing him, his aunt walks in. I jumped back hitting my head on the bed’s headboard and left him flushed and extremely perplexed. I was angry, kind of horny, and really confused. I think I was just confused because of how hard I hit my head on the headboard.
“I really don’t want to know what was going on here.” she said smirking, great she was teasing us. Don’t you love adults? They walk in at the most unwanted time and then tease you about it. At least she didn’t react like the other ones in town would have. They would have killed us. “Van your mom sent this for you.”
“Uh…thanks…”Van said trying to regain himself took the package she had in her hands.
“You better lock the door next time.” his aunt said and laughed.
“Your aunt is so nice.” I said partially in spite and partially in embarrassment when she left the room.
“Yeah, it could have been worse?” he said smiling a little.
“True.” I said and kissed his cheek. He just blushed and started opening his package. Amazing, in less then a day, I found out that I was gay, and was caught in a very interesting position doing very interesting things to the new guy. Wonderful luck. “So what did your mom send you?” I asked leaning back.
“It’s a dagger.”
“A what?” I said sitting up looking over his shoulders.
“A dagger, a very beautiful one too. It looks possibly Egyptian. Let me see her letter:
Dear Van,
Hope you like the gift. Your father and I saw it and automatically thought it’ll be perfect for you. It has a legend behind it. You see the dagger is well over 5,000 years old, we could have given it to the museums like we usually do, but thought it was high-time we give you something for once, and the dagger just screamed your name. Anyway the legend goes: “When a lonely and withered heart finds someone to share eternity with, the dagger will awaken and unleash the magic of the Ancient Ones.” The story behind the ‘Ancient Ones’ is a mix between every religion, virtually. It refers to the spirits and beliefs of past. No ones quite sure why it was hidden miles away from where it used to be hidden. You see it was hidden in a Mayan Temple, but it’s Egyptian made. They say it was to separate the dagger from the ‘Ancient Ones’. Supposedly the dagger’s power would awaken them and reek havoc onto man. As a way of judging who is pure of heart, and all those who weren’t were to be killed. Only the one of purest heart could wield it against the ‘Ancient Ones’, and save all humanity. In the hands of an ‘Ancient One’ the chaos would be devastating and none would live, so it was kept far away from the resting place of the ‘Ancient Ones’. There’s more to it, but most of the Hieroglyphs have weathered away from time, but we’re working on deciphering what we can. Well lots of love! Enjoy the gift! Just don’t kill yourself with it! And your father says he hopes you find yourself a good boyfriend!
Love and cuddles,
Mom and Dad”
“Well…that was…interesting.” I said.
“Yeah they’re way too energetic. I guess that’s a good word for them.” he said turning red from embarrassment.
“What did your dad mean by ‘hope you find a good boyfriend?’” I couldn’t help, but ask.
“Well…I used to have a boyfriend in Kyoto, Japan, we were there learning about the legend of the Four Guardians. His name was Tenshi Seta. He was nice at first, but started taking advantage of the fact that, at that time, I wasn’t too good at understanding Japanese. I knew a lot of it, but not enough. He was cheating on me,” he said. “I got real depressed and…I felt like I was stupid and vulnerable. When I cried yesterday, it was because I felt like I was going to get hurt again, but you were so confused and kind; I didn’t care.”
“I see…well that explains a lot.”